MUSPIRATIONS

COLLABORATION BY DANNY EL GENTLEDAN & DEBORAH RENEE©2014 (Danny) Canyons of love, where flaws were bred. A Punic faith, with hope and trust. Was made the meat and daily bread. On the isles of a pilgrims thoughts.. Memories were burned on discs of dreams. My hope was slain on crystal tears. A tender eyes, a subtle gleam.. Made my heart sink, in seas of care.. Icebergs of friendship melts down and drain Leaving wet motes of errors that now remain Frozen between the crevices of my heart. By the wintery torrents of lonely pain. (Renee) Desert winds, coarse and merciless, Depart to where, when I am lost, Golden landscapes, dry loneliness, Pain holds me here, love's endured cost. Tears of yesterday, water the grounds, a pointless effort, no flowers will bloom. This land barren, gray clouds abound, my body carries a heart of gloom.. In scattered dreams, where rainbows smile, on plateaus of faith, seeds I cast. Still a flicker of light, I pray now, To

Spoken Word Poetry Presentation

It's words written that heals the heart.. And calms the weary mind.. Through arts, we look through life, its path.. And mysteries we thus find.. A mirror through that which is real.. Through it, the mind widens.. And in its power, our hearts we spill.. And feel our souls fasten.. When tears in blue rhythms sets in.. And trials betide we.. We paint with words, pictures creep in.. To soothe the soul at sea.. Through words spewed forth, love danced in glee.. And glowed in sweet beauty.. The moon, the stars saw her and hid.. In shyness to duty.. If arts is life portrayed in thoughts.. Through which we see life's flaws.. Let us then seek to mend our faults.. And tame the heart of walls..

I Dreams flutter around my head.. As i sit down, eating beans and bread.. Dancing in my mind are mangled hopes. Entwined like a labyrinth of many ropes.. Fighting against the wiles of profanity.. The mind wanders through the plains of Sagacity.. Trained like a monk, to show no pain.. The soul becomes undaunted, in the midst of rain.. Zeal becomes the madman who, In his quest for knowledge, becomes the fool.. Who acts irrational, hated by them.. Who lack discipline, and courage to stand firm.. But through it all, dreams will live on.. Even in the shadows of a dying sun.. For by it, memories still will remain.. In the remnants of time, for they, who lived not in vain.. II There is a garden in the city of the mind.. Where dreams were sown, nurtured and grown.. The farmer was a different unique kind.. With the wisdom to discern the seeming unknown.. With an understanding of the times and seasons.. He made sure no crop withered or died.. He lived in the hut of logical rea

I The struggle for life begins with the thirst, Encroaching the pallor-ed grasses of fate. Seasons of drought becomes now the test; Set for they who thus ignored their faith.. Rivers become dry, the fishes die... Sorrow now walks on the fields of the mind.. With a croaked voice, the sun now outcry; In somber tones of mem'ries thus denied. When the terrains of moist in life is drained.. And all u see is sorrow and deep pain.. Wat will be the reward of they who framed.. The memories of heroes that were slain.. Season of drought are times when the dust.. Covers the eyes to erase trust.. Built on red clay, in good old days; When the fountains of bliss reflected the sun's rays. II When life becomes the frenemy you seek.. In the face of trials and shaded repose.. When strife becomes a companion so meek.. What do you do, relax, pretty indisposed.. When tears becomes the dust that covers your eyez.. To the point where you then become blind.. If friends becomes

Have u ever dreamt in ur dreams.. Or frolicked with your mind.. Have u ever spent time with reason.. If u hvn't, then ure way far behind.. Have you ever danced with memories.. Or quarreled with past mistakes.. Have u ever dined with the future.. If u hvnt, then ur worth is at stake.. Have u ever pleaded with truth.. To guide you in all u do.. Have u ever served knowledge.. Even in the blaring sounds of code blue.. Have u ever walked with unfailing grace.. And slept with unfading glory.. Have u ever thought of making heaven.. If u hvn't, urs might be a sad story.. There are things we can't discern.. In this realm of ignorance among men.. There are paths we must walk thru.. To reach the helms of his glory.

Like crumbled pieces left upon his desk.. He looks for the perfect words to rhyme. The pieces of shapes to fit perfectly Into the scrabble played in his mind.. Emotions play a vital role.. To prepare the subtle rhythm and flow.. Conceived in his mind, in times past When love made his heart to glow. He looks at the piece of his paper And sees the image drawn out.. Places his words upon the lines, Carved out of the hills in his mouth.. His storms becomes the roses Upon which he derives strength.. His words becomes the sanctuary.. Where reality is paid as one-tenth. Seeking pleasure amidst the silence.. He looks at the mirror of his emotions.. All he sees is deafening silence.. Swimming in the depths of three oceans.. Time, Destiny and Fulfillment.. Becomes the engine driving his thoughts. Love becomes the fuel.. That takes him to the hills of the north. He sees his words as his children.. To be protected, nurtured, and catered for.. he feeds them with the

There are debts that need to be paid. To the heart beating with a mocking smile. There are mistakes we all have made. Snubbing the aftermath and drowning them in the Nile. But in the long run, they float again.. Bringing with them the sweetness of gross pain. There, in our heart, we suffer in silence. For seeds we've sown in gross negligence. We secretly try to amend. In places where incertitude smiles with a scorn. We live our lives and try to blend. With the trend. Yet, those debts linger on. Like Parasites sent on a secret mission. These debts try to blur our goals and visions. Perplexity larks with our heart. And redirects our mind towards the wrong paths. We hope there will be a Savior. That will bear the burden, take our cross. We try to take pleasure. In crapulence, adding to our flaws. But the debt, however, was paid in full. The burden he carried to Calvary. The Lamb of God was made the tool. The new testament, that brought all. To the Sanctu

Scattered about.. here and there Images fly around.. Like torn newspapers. Blown by the wind. Tarnished with joyous pain. It dissolves into memories Wet and damp From rain falling upside-down. Floating upon space and time.. Life reverses.. Like a CD player. Put on a fast and furious rewind. All you see are fleeting memories Moving like a train.. Into the tunnel of darkness. To re-appear into dawn. The tides of yesteryear Forming into a maze. Without a beginning Nor an end. Fears tries to accomplish Its will on your weakness Training your thoughts to perplexity Over nothing, yes, nothing. The future beckons, A new year awaits. To start its sprawl Of Joy and sorrow. Death continues.. Its ritual upon the souls of men. As the path through which, Eternity begins. I wish i could write. but all that's left Are fragments of words.. Scattered about the corridors Of my feeble mind..

The strings of life are tied to pain.. And struggles here and there.. We try to make our joys regain.. Strength on pillows of care. The fear of death redeems our doubt.. On platters of despair.. We seek for answers, looking out. To hope, with deafened ears.. When our hearts seek pleasures and want.. Streaks of lust thus sets in.. In wanton dismay, we get burnt. In its flames and its ruin.. The chords of silence plays a note.. That wakes us from slumber.. A sudden click, an idea floats.. Out of our brain signals.. We steer a new course, rest assured.. Of the new path we chose.. That in the end we'll be insured.. On destiny's repose..

Let love in us, flow out in springs.. And heal the broken mind. Let living fountains wash our guilt. In sweetened solemn kind.. Walk us, through streams of righteousness.. And make us void of guilt.. Let this joy fill our weariness.. And destroy sadness built.. Let love go out to sip all tears.. That tends to weigh us down. Let it, soothe us, in hearty care.. And wear on us, its crown. And when the dusk of time begins.. Let us in rest recline.. On mem'ries of a life that gleamed. On springs of love divine..

Am i patient enough to wait.. Stand in the queue, without hate.. Never heeding to sanctimonious taunts.. Focused, without straying sighs and grunts.. Am i patient enough to withstand.. The fiery darts of wading time.. Am i patient enough to understand.. The necessity of waiting in life's line.. Am i patient enough to be the patient.. Waiting to be attended to, by the doctor whose patience is salient.. Who listens even when he has a flu.. Am i patient enough to be the last.. Even when i am the first amongst them. Am i patient enof not to be so fast.. To forget my thoughts where i left them.. Am i patient enough to be the soldier.. Undaunting, even when he's tortured.. Am i patient enough to be the teacher. To teach unceasingly, a sentence structure.. Am i patient enough to stay.. When the hurricanes of life destroy.. Am i sure i wont go astray.. Before the end begins and death streaks deploy.. Can i be patient enof, to become the master of defeat.. Or be peevishly distra

We go through the valley of life. Scaling through gross darkness, undaunted.. In our minds, so much bitterness and strife, Interlocking the grounds of our meekness. Searching for answers to our flaws We resort to accept the gift of loneliness Motes of pain dissolves in the river of tears With its mocking straws in the predawn of fears We try to build the breastplates of uprightness. To revive the joys of pain. With enigmatic demeanor, we decide then; To never make the heart remain; Intoxicated by the wine of affections We seem to harden our hearts. To show no remorse for they who gain, Strength from the victims they hurt. Trying to guard our hearts, we tend to avoid, And dismiss the ones we care about, And those we thought we cannot do without, Are those who left us void.. And in the wake of reality. We become the mirrors of our thoughts. Upside-down we inscribe the joys of pain. Upon the papers of our flaws..

Tiny gleams of tender loving light. All about the valley of my mind. Singing the symphonies to unite, The cords of sweet grace and peace of mind. Moving with the gentle winds to find, The fireplace where passions ignite, The flames of love, burning behind, Tiny gleams of tender loving light.. Subtle enough for tears to recite, The lullaby that makes love, the blind. Pacing incessantly through the night. All about the valley of my mind.. Remnants of hope, pleasantly unkind, Form cubicles of pain shown in white; Feelings of absence, mem'ries rewind. Singing the symphonies to unite; Two souls entwined in rainbows of light. Glowing in eternal cords designed; To deny death; the power to bite, The cords of sweet grace and peace of mind. Canaries glittering with stars refined; Spores of sorrow to joys overnight. We stare into our eyez and regrind, Kisses enthral us in thoughts to sight, Tiny gleams of tender loving light..

My heart is prone.. Fragile, a biscuit bone.. To emotions.. It can't afford to be thrown. Into the dungeons of misery.. It can't bear to be blown.. Swept by the hideous gale.. Bereft of all sense of reasoning. I asked my soul.. "where is thy victory upon the hills of sorrow? Is thy fate the merchandise traded upon the uncertainty of tommorow..?" My heart is frail, weak, it may fail... To recognize.. The importance of existence... Because, as a lonely soul walks in the valley of tears.. He becomes immune to life's worries and fears.. I know not if the sunset will be blue.. I know not if love is sweet and true.. When fragments of betrayals litters here and there.. Coming together to form a formidable force your soul can't bear.. Do you flee or look for ways to become free.. Free from the chains of stagnation.. Free from the fetters of feelings unrequitted.. Or remain bound, hoping you will be discharged and acquitted.. This heart is weak.. An emotional freak..

Echoes of slumber eludes me.. As water-bottles of nightmares are set.. On the tables of my fragile thoughts. Waiting to be filled with the fear of reality. Responses evolve.. From the ability of faith.. To make mountains skip like rams.. Hunted by the hunter.. Crickets of despair whistle in harmony.. Seeking to disrupt the bliss within; The altar of my emotions.. Singing psalms with the orchestra of rueful sin.. Perchance, repentance is the key.. Perchance, righteousness will redeem.. This soul adorned with the pendant of despair. With the renaissance of uprightness, Redefined in the spirit of a pilgrim..

Misty hue, a white dry dew morn. Merry, in the mist of the dark blue dawn. Moist kept at bay, rest in the sea. And make the scorch of warm dry ghost flee. Dry tentacles, grasp in my skin, the lone dead.. Sucking the humid flow of bliss in my head.. Flow from the north to the hinder east.. Dark vacuum singing in harmonious feast.. "Swing me oooh...sing the melody.. Make me whole, ghostly chords of rhapsody.. Scaling drought, play me the flute.. In the awakening embers of the brute.. Eat now, oh soul, rest on the stones.. Laid for the brave skull and bones.. Relish in memories, adorned with mysteries.. Of heroes, slain on hills and thrones..

Sadness drifts away.. From the college of dying dreams.. Dancing on the clay.. Deposited atop the boulders of his dreams.. Dismembered from the body of his thoughts.. He seeks solace in the caverns of formlessness.. His mission was to sing down the sky.. The harmonious songs of gain.. Playing with the tentacles of denial.. Letters of refusal are engraved on his skin.. Mental denouement forms crevices of distrust.. On the marbles of his gracious ruin.. Fading on vanity with abstraction.. The future becomes his obsession..

Let it be known, i am no more blown.. By the mistakes of yesterday. Nor by the hypnotic fray. Enchanted by the cravings of the present day Let it be known. Across the seas of fate and reclining time.. That in this lifetime. My living is the fulfillment. Of the sublime grace of the most Holy Divine... Let it also be known.. That even in the abyss of despair.. I have become the heir. That brings to naught. The decree passed on ..from the throne of raging fear. To restore the cities covered with grass. With words made of iron and brass.. Let it be known. That i spoke to my memories. To let go, the past. To the custodians of histories And focus on the future and its mysteries Let it be known. That loneliness is sweet wine.. That intoxicates to the point of insanity. Making you the prisoner of your mind.. Let it also be known. That the cedars of glory.. Thrive on the soils of a heart that is humble and holy. Who has not eaten the herbs of gross folly. For he will restore the